The shift was slow, like the thawing of a northern winter. She taught him how to see the hidden exits in a room; he taught her that words could hold more power than blades. But as the King’s health failed and Artos’s enemies gathered at the gates, Tavia’s old life came knocking. Her guild demanded the Prince’s head, or they would take hers.
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Prince Artos knew the rumors about the Shadow of the North—a faceless assassin sent to end his bloodline—but he didn’t expect to find her bleeding out in his private gardens. The shift was slow, like the thawing of a northern winter
"The contract is void," she whispered, her voice echoing with a newfound sovereignty. "I am no longer the Assassin. And he is more than a Prince." In that moment, the hunt ended, and a rebellion began. Her guild demanded the Prince’s head, or they